Day 30

These pills are legal, I’m
still clean and swear it's
no more than the sharp
focal point of caffeine
I sweat and strain with
over-the-counter
concentration.

We are not quite married
but there is no other and
never shall be, I know this
as I griddle your eggs
spooning hot fat
onto yellow nipples
Black and white pudding
bacon curled like the pages
of an old book and mushrooms,
dark-gilled. Feast
fornicate, real leaf tea
drunk from bone-china cups.